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Lolita , it is often said, is a beautiful book about an ugly thing. Nabokov writes in a manner so as to groom and demoralize his rea...

The loss of personal identity and of those things that secure such is central to the story of Alice. But if she loses her name, h...

I was thinking again the other day of that rather queer exchange in Women in Love when Birkin tells Gerald about his experience of w...

Just as when my father passed away, when Malcolm died it was appropriately enough my mother who rang to tell me. For, in a sense, as ...

Dona i Ocell (1983)  There are doubtless many reasons to love Joan Miró's 22-metre high concrete sculpture known in English a...

Inner Child Doll, by Beth Costello Deleuze and Guattari are right: knowing how to age well does not mean attempting to remain young; i...

  The triumph of vegetation is total The revenge of the flowers is an idea that has long fascinated me. I like the thought that pla...

Nietzsche once gave us his formula for happiness: A Yes, a No, a straight line, a goal . It's simple: but also a little surpri...

What are little girls made of: sugar and spice and all things nice? Whilst it's possible that these are their material elements,...

In an essay written towards the end of his life, Lawrence reflected on the fact that certain hymns he heard and sang as a child con...